Water kills; look at that murderous bitch, Dorothy!
But a bigamist is a fog in Italy.
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I’m used to American Indian weather. You know, Apache fog…
Up and caffeinated. closing tonight. Happy Humpday.
It is big of me to put up with these damn puns.
The black brittle star has been named Spiderman, because he is very creepy looking.
:rolleyes:
And a Red Roof across the street --------- or so I’ve been told? 
Yes – but are we Judean People’s Front’ or the People’s Front of Judea?
The Judean People’s Front? Splitters!:mad::mad::mad:
Back from being destitched. All is well! 
I made a few stops on the way home, including for at a drive-thru for lunch. Imagine my dismay as I drove down the road taking a big slurp of my diet coke, only to discover they gave me root beer. I don’t like root beer. ick.
So, erranding done. I still need to scoop the cat box. Then, um, dunno. Don’t care.
Howdy Y’all! Irk is bzzy but not too irksome. I take that as a win. I called two of my folks this mornin’ to tell ‘em they did not need to show up tomorrow for the mandatory trainin’ bein’ as both have less than 30 days left in the program. I figure since they’ll be gone soon why put 'em through this. I’m nice dammit!
I’m leavin’ a little early today to go get rid of some junked ‘puter stuff. The hard drives have been removed and sent to the tech PTB for disposal. I was told to get rid of the rest, so I’ll take it all over to the local place that accepts electronics (as long as it’s not teevees) for recyclin’. It’s also free of charge! There will even be someone to help unload it all.
MOOOOOOM yay for gettin’ destitched! I like root beer, but I would not be happy if I took a sip of sump’n that’s not supposed to be root beer only to find out it is root beer. I wonder what the record is for the number of times root beer is posted in the same post.
Ok, back to irk.
Laterz!
flytrap, do you name all of your aquatic critters?
Mooom, that’s why I take a sip of my drink before getting away from the window. You’d be amazed at how many times they get it wrong. I also peek in my bag to make sure it really is my order in there.
Irk here today is a little like with swampy: enough to do without busting my hump. Tonight is bowling. Let’s see how bad I suck after missing the last two for weather. 
Just the ones we have reason to talk about. 
I don’t name my fish. It’d seem kinda silly bein’ as they all look alike after they’re deep fried.
YAY! for being unstitched FCM
better than being unhinged.
It’s nice and sunny outside, warm if you’re in the sun and the wind isn’t blowing. Not so nice in the shade or when the wind is blowing.
Doctor still hasn’t called in my script, it was supposed to be called in today, now it’s tomorrow. I won’t die without the pills but I really don’t want to do without.
I need to cook up some pasta to go with the spaghetti sauce in the fridge. I need to finish putting the groceries away too, there are some bags still sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. All bottles and cans.
Time to get busy.
Howdy from da cave! Takin’ stuff to the recycle was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I called before I left to say I was on the way just like I was told to do. I was told to call when I got there and someone would tell me how to drive around the buildin’ to where the recycle is. I thought 
at first but when I got there I understood. It’s back of the buildin’ then aways down a drive to where recyclin’ is. So I got there and did not even have to get out of twuck. Four guys were there to get it all off in no time. It took me three trips to load it on twuck, so yay!
Tonight is Agape soup ‘n sammich over to the church house. I’m takin’ some chikin noodle soup. I made and froze it a couple months back so that’s enough enough. I shall even thoughtfully warm it up when I get there.
I’ve been on a self-imposed vacation from electronic media - too much going on right now. My youngest brother, 52, who has smoked since he was a teen, has throat cancer, on both sides of his neck, they think. It’s the size of a baseball, on the more obvious side, and he’s lost 35 lbs. as well. Pre-surgery is scheduled for April 1 with follow-up on the 15th. Any prayers, good thoughts, healing mandelas, anything, would be greatly appreciated for Mark.
In the mean time, I’m keeping my friends on-line close to my heart and am thinking of you all, ready to send prayers if needed. Happy Wednesday, all!
I am making positive waves, Tarragon.
ow is there room for a baseball sized cancer in your throat?
Herbs your brother is in my thoughts and prayers.
I have been in a discussion of bee behinds over on facebook. I have learned that carpenter bees have slick behinds while bumble bees have hairy behinds. I wonder if it’s best to be behind a bee behind?
Ok, off to eat soup 'n sammich over to the church house.
Sending positive and healing vibes to Herbs’ brother
Gimme some time to parse that.
:rolleyes:
My great-uncle never named his horses for about the same reason.
What a stinging debate question!